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Erin Sharp

Wings unfurled to fly over my journals of multiple decades.

Updated: Feb 21




Original entry 4/2007


Getting.   All their extract.  As One. By their size.You can cocoon the twins. Head to toe from shoulder to tummy. Squeeze.  Roll.  Engulf them.  It seeps in.  Gradually.  Three hours minimum. Stain bleeds into your body memory.  Fresh Life.  Residue.  I’ve grown wings to cover them inside me. Repelling cold.


1/19/24 NOW:


To grow wings to repel the cold, wings to fly over all of these journals I’ve written with wings over 60 years while raising myself, released in full span as I hatched my twins, wings for spotting prey to feed. The focus it takes. Distractions of occupations hover around me. 


Currents that float beckoning me an easy glide, pulling my eyes off the art.


ENTER


CLAWS.

Clawed. Growing. Clawed. Devices.

Retractable.

Caffeine sharpens them.

Hunger manifests their power.

No need for a manicure.

I grow more arms to unleash my weapons instead.

30 claws on 6 arms.

Motors spin faster to sharpen.


Alert.Alert. Relax. Relax

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